How impossibly sad yet beautifully written. The title caught my eye, as the house we moved into when I was 4-not-yet-5 was in Sheffield and my father played in and explored the Rivelin valley as a boy. I loved ‘… before the city yawns wide and breathes out Derbyshire’ and remember car rides out at the weekend - in our case out through Ecclesall. And the memory of Tiroler Stuberl - I loved the soup as well as the strudel, even if the white roll was distinctly English. I left to study, went abroad, came back, moved away but my parents stayed and first one then another set of ashes remains there. In a sense I suppose it is a little like lying in long grass, looking up at the flowers.
Goodness, you've a Sheffield heritage AND know Tiroler Stuberl! How wonderful! I grew up in Sheffield, and love the city dearly. I haven't been back for quite some time, since my parents moved down to Malvern in 2010. I know Ecclesall well; we had relatives there, and my Dad grew up on the south side of the city, on Bannerdale Road - do you know it? What a beautiful thought, that your parents' ashes now lie in long grass, looking up at flowers. I find that very moving...
I do indeed! My parents’ house was off Psalter Lane and later when work brought my husband back we lived just down from Brincliffe Edge. It’s a small world, as they say 🙂
How impossibly sad yet beautifully written. The title caught my eye, as the house we moved into when I was 4-not-yet-5 was in Sheffield and my father played in and explored the Rivelin valley as a boy. I loved ‘… before the city yawns wide and breathes out Derbyshire’ and remember car rides out at the weekend - in our case out through Ecclesall. And the memory of Tiroler Stuberl - I loved the soup as well as the strudel, even if the white roll was distinctly English. I left to study, went abroad, came back, moved away but my parents stayed and first one then another set of ashes remains there. In a sense I suppose it is a little like lying in long grass, looking up at the flowers.
Goodness, you've a Sheffield heritage AND know Tiroler Stuberl! How wonderful! I grew up in Sheffield, and love the city dearly. I haven't been back for quite some time, since my parents moved down to Malvern in 2010. I know Ecclesall well; we had relatives there, and my Dad grew up on the south side of the city, on Bannerdale Road - do you know it? What a beautiful thought, that your parents' ashes now lie in long grass, looking up at flowers. I find that very moving...
I do indeed! My parents’ house was off Psalter Lane and later when work brought my husband back we lived just down from Brincliffe Edge. It’s a small world, as they say 🙂
Isn't it just 🙂 That's made my day!